Taking her face into his hands, he traced his tongue over her already swollen lips, capturing them with his and suckling lightly. Her moans swallowed up by his mouth.
When he released her, she turned around removing the chain around her hips. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him a seductive smile. “Undo my laces,
please
.”
His hands shook with need, fearing that he would spill his seed before he had a chance to enter her. Gathering strength, he slowly willed himself to undo the laces from her gown. Slipping the last lace free near her bottom, he traced his finger down to just above the cleft between her buttocks. Then bringing it back up slowly, he slipped the gown from her shoulders. Placing kisses along the back of her neck, he turned her around to him.
Her pendant gleamed in the moonlight, and he touched it lightly.
“My mother made it for me,” she whispered.
Stephen watched as she eased the gown down past her hips, where it fell in one quick swoosh onto the ground. He let out a growl as she licked her lower lip.
“Ye are so verra beautiful,
fae
Aileen,” his voice thick with desire. He stroked her breasts, heavy in his hands. Taking his thumbs he flicked at their rosy nipples, all the while watching her eyes darken with yearning, and feeling her body trembling from his touch.
“Clothes off, now!” she demanded.
“Hungry for what lies beneath, are ye?”
“Yes.”
“I have to taste these first.” Slowly, he brought her pert nipples to his mouth, inhaling her scent. His tongue lavished the tip, right before his mouth suckled one, then the other.
She clutched at his head, her fingers capturing his locks. Pleasure built with each lick, yet, it was the graze of his beard that sent tingling pinpoints of pleasure downward. By the Gods she was on fire, and this was only the beginning.
“Now I’ll remove
my
clothing,” he said huskily.
Aileen watched enraptured by his hands, as he removed the dragon brooch from his plaid. He unwrapped it quickly, laying it down upon the ground for their bed. Next came his tunic, and she hissed inwardly at the Adonis standing before her. Black hair dusted his muscular chest, a trail of which led down to his large swollen member.
She instinctively reached out with one hand, but he captured it, placing a kiss in the palm. “Wait,” he breathed into her hand.
Dropping her hand, he moved away and placed one booted leg upon a boulder. He slowly undid the laces on his boots, giving her a splendid side view of him. She found herself clenching her hands, aching to touch him. The erotic display of his masculinity was driving her insane.
Tossing his boots aside, he strode back to stand before her, his gaze traveling over her. With her flowers strewn throughout her hair, and the moon glistening off her pale skin, he thought her truly a Goddess of the fae.
He captured her close, taking her mouth with savage intensity, as she grasped his head urging him deeper. No longer gentle, their kisses became demanding, urgent in their need. His tongue swept inside seeking hers, and she surrendered. He then took his finger and trailed it down to her nest of curls. Stroking her already moist folds, he slid two fingers deep inside her, as he captured her moans with his mouth.
“I want to taste ye, but I cannae last much longer,” he growled, placing his forehead against hers. As he released his fingers, she took his hand and placed it toward his lips. Instantly, his cock jerked against her stomach, and she drew him down to the ground. Without a word, she opened her legs fully to him.
Stephen uttered a groan, taking her mouth with such fierceness. He rubbed his cock at the entrance of her soft folds, her musky scent filling his head.
“
Pleeease
, Stephen. In me
now
,” she hissed out.
He drove in with one swift thrust, gasping when she threw her leg around him driving him further within her. Pulling out slowly, he rammed back into her, his grunt of pleasure echoing hers. Stephen watched his Goddess writhe with pleasure, her rosy nipples dancing with each thrust. Their mating dance becoming more urgent.
“
Oh Stephen, I need...
”
“Come for me,
Aileen
. Let me feel your pleasure,” his voice low, as he grazed his teeth along her neck.
Aileen arched wildly, screaming his name.
Stephen could no longer hold back, and with a guttural cry, he sought his own release. The wave of pleasure swept and crashed over him.
And in that quiet moment, with their bodies still quaking from bliss, they both knew in their hearts the promises they made earlier to each other had just been completely shattered.
Chapter Twenty-One
“When she removed her rose-colored glasses, the reality was far better than she imagined.”
The only sounds around the lovers were those of the nocturnal creatures and the gentle sound of the pine branches moving with the night breezes.
Stephen tugged his wrap more securely over them, relishing the fullness of the woman in his arms. She was tucked against his chest, her arm wrapped around his waist. He sensed her to be awake, since every so often she would move her hand to play with his chest hairs.
Neither felt the need to say anything at the moment.
He drew in a long breath gazing up at the twinkling stars, which were overshadowed by the brilliance of the moon. Memories flooded him of the times he spent with his brothers outdoors trying to spy the different animals or beasts within the bright lights. There were many arguments on whose depiction was the best. Some nights, the heated discussions would turn to fists, with Angus threatening them with the might of his fire.
A lifetime ago
.
Absently, he stroked Aileen’s soft hair, still woven with flowers.
“I’m afraid it will be weeks before I can get them all out,” murmured Aileen against his warm chest.
He chuckled softly, inhaling their scent, and something else. Tipping her chin up, Stephen nuzzled her neck. Then taking his tongue, he licked from her neck to her chin. “Mmmm...ye smell like cinnamon.”
“Uh-huh,” she sighed, waiting for his lips to touch hers. When he didn’t react, she opened her eyes to find him smiling at her. “Cinnamon? Well, it could be the cake I had earlier.” She rubbed along his leg, getting the response she wanted when he let out a groan.
His mouth captured hers, smothering her lips within his. Slowly, he took his fingers and caressed up her thighs, stroking her sensitive core. She arched back with a moan, wanting his fingers deeper. He placed a kiss on her nose, and tossed off the plaid.
“Wh...
where
are you going?” she asked, still aching for more of his kisses, and tugging the plaid back around her.
“I’m hungry.”
Aileen sat up on her elbow, too stunned to speak. Yet, as she watched his backside walk away, she gazed lustfully at the sight of his muscular body—a perfect male specimen—scars, tattoos, and all.
Stephen gave a short whistle. Emerging from the trees trotted his horse. “Resting well, Grian?” The horse only snorted as Stephen removed a satchel. Then giving him a smack on the rump, Grian ambled back into the trees.
“Your neck reminded me that Betha packed some of that very cake, and…” Aileen stared, as he took out a small wooden pot. “Some honey.” Sitting down next to her, he opened the pot. Dipping a finger inside, he drew out some. A sensual glint appeared in his eyes.
He saw her lips parted in anticipation. Taking one breast in his hand, he blew across it. With the other hand, he smeared honey across the pert nipple. “Now, I will feast on your body.” His voice low before he suckled deeply.
Aileen gave a violent shudder. “Oh, God, that feels so-o-o good, Stephen.” She felt him rumble with laughter, his warm mouth continuing to lavish her breast.
With one final taste, he released her breast. “I have to have seconds.” Dipping his finger back into the pot, he did the same with her other breast.
Aileen rested her elbows on the ground to watch in sheer heated lust, as he feasted on her. “More,” she growled. He placed small amounts of honey on her stomach and thighs.
“Where shall I go next?” the burr of his voice sent shivers down her spine.
Tossing her head back, she pleaded, “Please end this agony.”
Retrieving more honey, he leaned near her ear. “Spread your legs for me, Aileen.”
Her legs were already a pile of mush, but she complied.
“I am verra hungry for
your
honey pot.” His smile positively wicked.
“I would have thought you had enough honey,” she rasped out.
Ever so slowly, he placed the warm honey on her most sensitive spot. His breath was hot, and Aileen clutched at the plaid as his mouth covered her nub, flicking and tasting the honey. A wave of pleasure slammed into her, and she clutched his head, arching up wildly.
When he finished his ministrations, he took her mouth in a burning kiss. She devoured his lips, smelling the honey mixed with her own scent.
Breaking from the heated kiss, she glared at him. “My turn to feast now.”
Stephen eyes blazed with desire at her intent.
Aileen snatched the pot from the ground and swiftly shifted their positions.
He lay back, placing an arm under his head. Then taking his cock in his hand, he teased her by stroking it in front of her. “Take me.”
“Not so fast.” Dipping her finger into the pot, she tasted the sweet nectar pulling her finger out of her mouth with an exaggerated pop. “Doesn’t taste good by itself.”
Placing drops of honey on both his nipples, she grazed her teeth over his skin before she licked the honey from them.
Stephen let out a sharp hiss.
By the Gods, such sweet torture!
His eyes feasted as her naked body loomed over his, her silken hair trailing down his body with each succulent kiss she placed.
Sweet torture indeed, he only hoped he was prepared for what she would do next.
Aileen took the pot, and holding it high she let the amber sweetness drop slowly, covering the head of his aching cock.
“
Aileen
,” he growled in warning.
“Shhhh.” She placed a finger on his lips.
He watched her eyes, hooded with raw desire, and then she gently grasped his arousal. “Spread your legs for
me
, Stephen.”
His body quaking with need, he let her take control.
“Sweet Mother!” he roared. Her mouth was hot around him. She teased her tongue along the side of his shaft and down to his balls, before bringing it back up again. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. His control swiftly ebbing away.
“Must...have ye...now,” he gritted out.
Aileen ignored his pleas. Never before had she wanted to taste a man. Her craving to have him consumed her. Drawing him deeper into her mouth, she suckled fiercely.
Stars burst before Stephen eyes, and he thrust madly into her mouth, as her tongue did its sensual dance. He had never experienced such ecstasy. Throwing back his head, he shattered totally within her mouth, an explosion so powerful he felt the roar of her moan within his body.
His body still humming, he drew her close with shaky limbs. Drawing the plaid around them again, he heard her say softly, “Must get some more honey from Betha.”
“Aye, and a bigger pot of it,” he chuckled hoarsely.
For the first time in many moons, Stephen let himself drift off, completely and totally sated. An owl hooted in the distance, and he smiled inwardly, until the darkness of sleep took over.
****
“Go away,” mumbled Aileen. She was in nirvana, and something, or someone was bothering her.
There, she felt it again. This time she tried to swat at it, but her hand was stuck. “Blast it, stop,” she uttered with more feeling.
Opening one eye, she spied the culprit. Stephen had one of her flowers and was brushing it over her face. Finally yanking her hand free, she swatted at him.
“Time to wake my faery queen,” he drawled.
“Are you my faery king?”
A look of sadness passed briefly over his features. “Nae, just a man.” He swiftly rolled her onto her back and placed a gentle kiss on her mouth.
“Your bath awaits,” he said. “In case ye have not noticed, we are one mighty sticky mess.”
Aileen snorted. “And where might that be?”
“In the stream, where else?”
“Absolutely not!” she exclaimed, pushing him off her. “I am
not
getting in that icy water.”
His mouth twitched with amusement. “Och, it’s not so bad.”
“Seriously?”
Standing abruptly, he pulled her to her feet. “I will keep ye close.” He gave her a playful wink.
“No!”
His eyes flashed. “Do not force me, Aileen.”
“Ha! You so wish.” Then regretted the dare the moment the words left her mouth.
“Have I ever told ye how much I love a challenge?”
Aileen shivered, but she wouldn’t give in to his threat, or challenge. “You may go in if you wish, but I’ll just clean myself when we’re—”
She never finished the sentence, for he tossed her over his back.
“Blast you, Stephen! Put me down!” she yelled pounding her fists into rock hard muscles. The man didn’t even flinch.
Slapping her bottom firmly, he said, “Stop your griping, woman. I just want to clean ye.”
“What is it with you and water?” she breathed out, trying to push herself off his shoulder.
He shrugged. “It is my power.”
Aileen froze. This was the first time he had spoken anything about himself, or who he was. “Power, as in you can control water?”
“Aye.”
“Well, why don’t you put me down, and I’ll attempt to get in.”
“Liar.”
Aileen’s heart beat wildly as the first cold splash of water came into contact with her legs. She squirmed with all her might. There was no way in hell she was going to submerge herself in the stream.
“Hold still or I’ll throw ye in,” he growled.
Her breathing came out in short bursts, as he stepped further out into the stream. The water came up to his groin, and she swallowed back a sharp retort. She kept waiting for him to lower her, but he stood extremely still.